Chapter 15 The Birth of the Prophet
Al stood still, overwhelmed by the revelation. Every Logos citizen had pondered this question.
But he had never imagined the answer would be so astounding, so seamlessly fitting.
Al looked up at the light breaking through the clouds.
The figure he had seen before descended from the light onto the mountaintop.
He felt an unmatched shock encompassing his whole being.
The figure slowly approached. Al, trembling and ready to collapse, relaxed completely after receiving the answer, unable to support himself any longer and fell to the ground.
"Al, of the Logos people."
The Main Priest trembled, hearing this voice; he longed to rise from the ground, to not be so undignified.
The figure reached Al, extended a hand, and the snow atop the mountain instantly melted into clear, clean water.
Al watched, dumbstruck, as the figure scooped up the water, lifted his shoulders with one hand, and washed his face.
It was like a gentle commendation, like a father caring for his child, and like a kind of love... indescribable.